French Women, American Women, Asian Women and All Women

Vanity Fair has finally caught on with French Women Don’t genre, in this issue, it says “‘No French woman willing works, French women have better things to do with their time, like waxing their legs and seducing other people’s husbands.’ Unlike her neurotic American sisters, a French bachelorette would never be caught dead moping on the sofa, digging into a tub of Haagen-Dazs because some doofus did not call, and she never goes out looking as if she just crawled out a laundry hamper…She remains mistress of her domain, avoiding the terrible modern fate of both sexes: becoming a sad sack.” 

Recently a male friend went on a rampage on why American Women suck and how dating foreigners changed his perspective. “With an European woman, she’s genuinely happy if you handed her an Apple.” “American women are so angry, self-entitled and have unrealistic expectations.” He then added.  I recall a very similar conversation I had with yet another male friend of mine not too long again; and yet again, nearly two years ago I heard the same complaint from another male friend. I wanted to defend American Women because I’m one myself. I think American women are fundamentally the best kind of women in the world. Yet I am slightly conflicted about it because I’m quite fond of French women’s ways and my move to France is not a possibility but inevitability at this point. 

But, I’m still feeling more American than anything else. So my friend added, “Well, you are kind of American but not really. You spent your formative years abroad. And you are so independent, laid back and happy. Plus, what do you know - you are Chinese. You guys are totally in demand, with soft skin, small frame and long straight hair, you are considered attractive by most men. And let’s not forget, you, in particular, have a big rack, unlike most Asian women. You don’t know what’s like out there. ” He continued. 

“Excuse me, I beg to differ. Most of my white guy friends only date white women. And I had never felt to be such an object of an affection in my earlier, in-demand years. ” I challenged his theory. 

So this friend rolled his eyes, and said, “Com’on, don’t lie.” 

Alright, he knew that I knew what he said was true, and he knew that I knew that men think that I’m hot, even at this age. But it’s not because I was of a particular race, it’s because I was attractive as a woman.

It’s an universal truth, as an attractive woman, all you need to do is to bat your eye lashes, catches his glance and then look away. Adding to that physical attractiveness, you then must be not annoying, not complaining or have unrealistic expectations. Then you can keep a guy. Men are simple. They fall with their eyes. If they lust over you, you get to keep them. Jane Austen got it right. So did the French women. 

And on occasion, an Asian American woman like me.

I’m in the wrong business. I should write relationship column. I should start my very first column by titling it “How to be handed an apple and be happy.“